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they didn’t have the liberty to walk around; restrained as they were by solid individual barriers, defining their space such that they weren’t able to take a single step. Their atrophied limbs no longer able to hold them up, they were supported, leaning down forward to free the breasts, by a strap passing under their belly. Food and water arrived before them automatically and also urine and feces were automatically evacuated from the rear.
    To ready their body to produce milk, they were artificially inseminated as many times as necessary. At birth, most of their offspring were killed, crushed and incorporated into the animals’ feed. For days on end, dairy bovs threw desperate bovgrunts to call their disappeared progeny, until the pain from their constantly solicited mammary glands and general suffering due to their living conditions finally make them forget.
    Akkal rarely entered the gigantic building which contained on one side dairy and on the other meat producing animals. Of course, it sometimes happened, but it became less and less frequent. His staff was there to take care of everything that was not yet automated, which meant less and less things. Such as, removing newborns and replacing bovs no longer able to optimally provide milk.
    In his office at the management center, located one kilometer away from his home and adjacent to the aforementioned building, Akkal spent much of his time on his busyness’ supervisory screens and on the phone. He took care of everything concerning meat and milk sales, searches for the cheapest suppliers, for both animal feed and automation systems, relations with banks, etc. In adjacent offices, technicians were overseeing on their own screens, the proper operation of all the machinery.  
    That morning, Akkal was in bad mood. His friend Okkos’ criticism about his relationship with his sister he still weighed heavily on his heart. Moreover, yesterday’s production hadn’t been very good. That’s the least that could be sead! Milk was down four percent and meat by three percent. Fluctuations in production had serious consequences. By not meeting demand, they risked paying penalties to the major distribution centers, exceeding it wasn’t any better because the surplus was a dead loss that could hardly be recouped by making savings on operating expenses already reduced to the strict minimum. Paying back the huge investments added by the race to modernization of automation systems required ever-increasing monetary input.
    But production fluctuations weren’t the only bad news for the day. He just found out that the Ralchadomac Company, his main competitor, had proposed its meat a half cent cheaper than his own to the distributors. This morning, he had received from each one of them a series of courteous but inflexible messages. They were all urging him to align himself with this new price if he wanted to keep their busyness. Selling at a one-half per cent cheaper! It was an assassination! This represented one-third of his margin! He would have to find a solution to save it, or at least to minimize its possible meltdown.
    He fumed inside thinking that all these problems passed well above his sister’s rantings. With all that, had he time or opportunity to be concerned about animal welfare? Instead of making the effort to understand his situation, she found nothing better to do than mount his daughter against him with her extremist and grotesque ideas.
    He abruptly stood up to scream into the hallway:
    “ Meat production! Meeting in my office, right away!”  
    He could have summoned his assistants by touching a button, but he was unable to hold back this outburst.
    Five of his colleagues entered.
    “ No need to sit down," he told them. “since this won’t be long. If you want to help me save Natural Foods, and therefore your wages, I need to find some way to chop the cost of meat down by zero point five percent, minimum. That’s all I have to say. I need you urgently to rack